Brother's Best Friend Novels & Stories

I took my tray to the far side of the pig. Furniture. Kitchen. Home by nine. I recited it like a rosary and topped off ice nobody needed. It held until seven, when my brother — my brother, who loves me, who held my hand at the ER when I was nine, who has never once in his life left well enough alone — put one arm around Marcus's shoulders and steered him across the entire yard, through the string-light glow, past the domino table, directly to Duane. "BRO." Marco, glowing, presenting. "You gotta meet this guy. Marcus — Duane. Duane — Marcus. Mari's Marcus."

WREN Rule one: Best friends never keep secrets. Rule two: Best friends come before everyone else. Rule three: Best friends always have each other's backs. Rule four: Best friends show up to the big moments together. Rule five: Best friends never abandon each other to be popular. Rule six: A best friend's brother is a brother, never a love interest. Rule seven: Best friends spend every birthday together, without exception. Rule eight: Best friends champion each other's dreams. Rule nine: No lies, whatever the cost. Rule ten: Best friends settle every fight before the day ends. Rule eleven: Nobody gets to wedge themselves between best friends. And rule twelve: Best friends forever, whatever ha

I rocked faster, pressing my aching pussy right along his length, letting the friction tease us both. “I’ve wanted you for so long,” I breathed against his ear, my hair falling around us. “Since I was younger and you’d stand in the background watching me. I’d touch myself at night thinking about your hands, your mouth, your cock. You're my brother’s best friend, and yet all I could dream about was you claiming me. Ruining me for anyone else.” Killian’s breath came out ragged. His hands slid up my sides, gripping my waist under the leather. His discipline was cracking right in front of me. The loyal right hand man who never broke rules was losing the fight.

The way she watched me like a hawk almost made me laugh. Brittany and I have been friends for a long time, since childhood really. Our parents were best friends, so we also became best friends. She was older than me by two years so she was like my older sister. I would give my life for her and she would do the same, if she wasn't here, I wouldn't even know what to do.

I sat on the fire escape, where I'd been when I called him, the March night wrapping around me and the city stretching out below. "Everything's going to be okay," he said. "I know that too," I said. "And when he comes back and you tell him, and his face does that thing you described," Jeffery said, "I want you to call me immediately." "You want a report on his face." "I want a report on his face," he confirmed. I laughed. A real laugh. The kind that escaped without permission. It came from the sheer absurdity of my brother asking for a report on the face of the man who had once been his best friend, then his enemy, and who now sat at the center of a complicated, seemingly endless renegotiati

You could ask me if I’m in love with my brother’s best friend and I would tell you with a straight face absolutely fucking not. Kane Wilder is my brother Landon’s best friend, a.k.a a pain in my fucking ass. I met him for the first time when I was six.

"Yea..." "Oh godd I didn't know my brother could be so caring. That's so sweet of him!" "Well, I guess so." "Gosh it's so romantic...being wrapped around by your boyfriend protecting you. AHHHHHHH!!" "He's not my boyfriend." "Not right now hehe." "Jeez, that's your brother you're talking about." "With my bestie!! That's the best!! Carmen i'm soo happy for you!!" "Gosh you should meet up with Len. Now he can tolerate your squealing."

I'm not very social and would rather stay home on the weekends reading a book or watching horror movies with my best friend Sarah. "Olivia has always been a nerd Sean," his best friend since they were babies in diapers decided to add his unwanted comment into our conversation. "A bore." If anyone annoyed me more than my brother did, it would be his best friend Sean Walker. His hazel green eyes danced around with laughter as he looked me over. Co-captian of the schools football team, local man whore who can't keep his dick inside his pants, all of those things apply to my brothers best friend. He is so full of himself that he makes my blood boil.

She stared at him in confusion. " I'll be your brother. " He grinned, saying the words. " Baby sis." " That's not possible, is it? " The thought of her best friend acting as her big brother amused her, especially because they were two completely different roles and obligations. " You can't be. " " Why not? Is it because I am your best friend? " Mira nodded in response to his question. " You know, Mira. Being your best friend makes becoming your brother easier. You know why? " He continued, seeing her nod in response. " I know you, more than anyone does and that's one of the characteristics of a brother. "

But luckily, my father got everything, and he had full custody of us. After she lost everything she wanted, we never heard from her or my dad's best friend ever again. Which is fine by me. They were both nasty people anyway. I'd probably run off to go hide at my father's place without his knowledge. But a few years later, we lost our youngest brother to Leukemia. He was only fifteen. It was one of the saddest days I've ever faced. Our family grew apart over the years after his death. However, Ferrell and I grew closer together. And this brother who was now driving like a manic was my best friend. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else than where I am.